THE HUSBAND ALONE.

Poverty Bay Standard, Volume II, Issue 209, 30 September 1874, Page 2

THE HUSBAND ALONE.

He paceth up and down, and he walketh to and fro, He cannot, seem to settle down or know which way to go ; Perchance he takes the up and gives it just a scan, Then lays it down and whispers—l’m a solitary man. Then, softly sighing, knits his brow—alas! my bird hath flown, And left me to experience the husband all alone. They talk of single blessedness, and tell of married bliss, Yet I fancied I could spare her—that she’d not be such a miss ; But, oh! forgive me while I own companionship the life, For what, on earth comes up to this—a man without a wife. I fancied I could spare her, but solitude must, own, No rook could caw much louder than the husband all alone. I take my quiet cup of tea, the bachelor might boast ; But give to me the gentle hand to spread my bit of toast. No loving smile awaits me now; and rather would I be Without, the butter on my bread, or su<*ar in my tea, As live the life without a wife—aye, let me pick the bone, I’d give her all the meat, than be the husband all alone. I’m snug enough, for ought I know, and every comfort trace, But the greatest of them all would be to fill the vacant space. I lounge within my easy chair and take my nap at noon, But there’s no one now to wake me, for my gentle bird hath flown ; No melody falls on mine ear with music in the tone, Oh, surely I shallne’cr forget the husband all alone. But never mind, I’ll cheer me on and count, the days awhile, And I shall see that form again, and catch that loving smile ; And oh !. the joy I then shall feel—what brilliance beams mine eyes, When I shall hail the welcome news—she’s coming by-and-by ; I’ll prize her more than ever then, and this I’ll frankly own, ’Tis well to be a little while—the husband, all alone.

There is a little parting word, Which few ran say without a sigh, No wonder when the sound is heard, It claims a tear from friendship’s eyo; For who can say the last good-bye, Without one pang of silent sorrow, To know that friends who now art nigh May be far distant on the morrow ?

A Suspicious wife, on being nsked where her husband was, replied that she was very much afraid he was miss-ing. A man who had been to a crowded ball said he was fond of rings on his fingers, but he didn’t, like belles on his toes. A wise old bachelor says he thinks it is woman, not her wrongs that ought to be redressed.

Cream may be frozen by simply putting il into a glass vessel, ami then placing the whole into an old bachelors’s bosom.

It is said that when a Chicago girl quarrels with her lover, she informs her friends that. “ she isn’t on squeezing terms with that fraud any more.” Contentment.—Josh Billings says, “Yu kant find contentment laid down on the map ; it iz an imaginary place not settled yet, and those reach it soonest who throw away their compass and go it blind.”

A Clergyman said, the other day, that modern young ladies were not daughters oi Shem and Ham, but daughters of Hem and Sham, compounds of plain sewing and makebelieve.

It is reported that a young lady of this city has the letters Y.M.C.A. engraved on one corner of her visiting cards, which she hands to certain gentlemen visitors. At. first they suppose she belongs to the Young Men's Christian Association, but it is not long before they rightly construe the letters to mean, ‘ You May Como Again.”— Weekly News. The Ring Finger.—We have already noticed the mode of procedure adopted by bridegrooms in placing the ring upon the fourth finger of the left hand. Though it was reached simultaneously with the concluding “ Amen,” a far weightier reason prevailed with many of our forefathers for selecting this finger to bear the matrimonial token. “ The finger on which the ring is to be worn is the fourth finger of the left hand, next to the litle finger; because by the receiving opinion of the learned and experienced in ripping up and anatomizing men’s bodies, there is a vein of blood which passeth from the fourth finger into the heart, called vena amorls, Love’s vein ; and so the wearing of the ring on that finger signifietli that, the love should not be vain or feigned, but. that as they did give hands each to the other, so likewise they should give hearts also, whereunto that vein extended.”— Swinburne’s Treatise of Spousals.” This idea seems to have arisen in Egypt as early as the second century. Appian, an Alexandrian historian, says that, in the opinion of the anatomists of Egypt, “a certain most delicate nerve” passed from the ring finger to the heart. But. the staunchest upholder of this theory was Lsevinus Lemnius, a celebrated sage of Zealand, who lived in the sixteenth century. In his medical practice he had often taken advantage of this connecting artery to restore fainting women to consciousness. “ The small artery is stretched forth from the heart into this finger, the motion whereof you may perceive evidently in all that affeS&jJie heart in women, by the touch of your forefinger. I used to raise such as arc fallen into a swoon by pinching this joint, and by rubbing the ring of gold with a little saffron ; for, bv this, a restoring force that is in it passelh to the heart., and refresheth the fountain of life, unto which this finger is joined. "Wherefore antiquity thought fit to compass it about with gold.